Jacob Wetterling's remains were found this weekend. I went to college in that town, and so although he disappeared when I was 3, since freshman year I have internalized this case as a personal one. It's hard to put into words the combination of closure and new sadness, knowing that it's only empathy, but still feeling more connected to it than most tragedies on the news.

It feels flippant to put anything TV-related in a post that starts like that, so I'm going to hold off on the rest of the queue, but I wanted to get that out.